The Rooster Club_The Best Cocks in Town

by N. M. Catalano

  He needed to know Natalie wanted him, craved him, almost as much as he needed her. She had to show him, and this, her taking him, was how she would do it.

  His muscles were taut below her hands, and it made everything clench inside her. She felt powerful and brave because of how much he wanted her. And because he needed her.

  This gave her power she never knew she had. Natalie’s hands moved without fear to grab hold of the hem of his shirt, and pulled it up over his torso and head. She had to touch him, she needed to feel the warmth of his skin under her hands. She laid them on the firmness of his chest, then slid them down the length of him. He let out a hissing breath between clenched teeth. That spurred her on. She lowered her lips to place soft kisses across his golden flesh. His head hung back as a moan escaped from deep inside him. With her lips trailing across his stomach, she lowered to her knees and began to undo his pants.

  Michael’s hands fisted tightly at his sides. It took every bit of strength he had not to yank Natalie up and throw her on the bed, to take her fast and furiously like his beast demanded. He loved her daring, he loved how she was taking him. And it made the beast growl.

  Natalie’s hands slid Michael’s jeans and underwear down the long muscular length of his legs, as his erection throbbed in front of her face. The braided muscles of his thighs were as tightly clenched as his fists, locking him in place. The screaming firmness of his shaft begged her to touch it. She laid a flattened palm along its length, and pressed it into him.

  Michael let out a long, strangled moan as he shoved his hands under her arms and pulled her to her feet.

  He kissed her hard and hungrily, pouring all of his need into her.

  “I want to take my time with you, Natalie. Get on the bed.”

  Michael was going to ride the beast tonight. He would let him have a taste of his Natalie, while he made love to her slowly and completely.

  Another wave of heat ignited her with his words. There was a dark promise in them, one he’d hinted at before. As her heart pounded, she found the edge of the bed behind her and slid back, as he followed her on his hands and knees, pushing her to the top. He crawled up the length of her body, forcing her to lay down. With his face towering over hers, he began the overload of sensation he would consume her with, first with the entire length of his naked body searing against her, as it laid down on top of her.

  ‘This is about her tonight.’ He smiled wickedly down at Natalie, part man, part beast. He wanted to drown her in pleasure. Have it consume her, until she screamed she could take no more.

  His mouth began to worship her. The heady intoxication began as he licked her, kissed her, and left tiny love bites across her flesh. The waves started to crest. He blazed a trail over her with his mouth and lips on her breasts. He teased their peaks into an aching frenzy, fueling her fire to a raging inferno. When she thought she would come from only his mouth on her nipples, he moved down her stomach, her legs, arms, and neck. She was mindless in his seduction. Finally, when she thought she couldn’t stand anymore, his mouth lowered to her wetness, kissing, licking, and sucking her, rolling her clit in those savagely delicious lips, until she shattered, screaming his name.

  Michael lapped her up fiercely and mercilessly. Her flavor was an aphrodisiac he’d never get enough of. His tongue stroked, probed, plunged, flicked and laved, while his lips sucked, plucked, and nipped her lips, folds and clit.

  Her orgasm rocked her hard and long as she rode his mouth unashamedly.

  ‘God, she’s incredible. Delicious and so wet, it’s flowing from her,’ he thought as he moaned low in his throat. The vibrations sent erotic spasms through her, causing her body to arch high off the bed, making her whimper in ecstasy.

  He rose up to cover her mouth with his, letting her taste herself on his tongue. He swallowed his name as it exploded from her lungs. As her walls still clenched from the orgasm he’d given her with his mouth, he slid into her, filling her, and gave her what her emptiness yearned for.

  A new wave of explosions began to take her, as she gripped him, sucked him, and hugged him inside her. He began to move, slowly, thrusting deliberately again and again. It was so good, she went wild. She wrapped her legs around his waist, dug her nails into his back, and ground herself into him, fucking him back, raw and primitive, lost in the rapture that was overtaking her. She came, and came, and came.

  Michael felt the white hot lava seeping through his veins as his orgasm began to spread through every part of his body. The beast urged him to take her hard and fast. But he took his time as the burning heat consumed him, pulling him in as its fire roared, thrusting him, as he thrust in and out of her, into erotic oblivion.

  This was the ultimate bliss.

  As Natalie’s voice cried out, Michael’s heart surged and his dick pulsed with the intensity.

  Michael was overcome with emotion, his feelings for her overwhelmed him, of what they’d just shared. He kissed her so deeply, so passionately, with so much intent, he wanted to touch her soul.

  They lie entwined in each other, his breath was her breath, where he finished, she began, until Natalie drifted off to sleep, holding back the sadness of knowing he would be gone when she awoke.

  ***

  “Paulsky, what the hell are you doing?” Michael asked, loving the new nickname he had for him.

  Paul didn’t flinch at the name, “What? I’m setting up the packets,” he answered, while not turning his attention from the cocaine in front of him.

  “I can see that, but what are you putting them in?” Michael replied, chuckling.

  “Oh, that,” Paul said laughing, and quickly turning his head before the rush of air that left his mouth blew the white powder piled in front of him everywhere. “I cut up a Playboy magazine. I thought it would be cool looking at a pair of tits or a pussy while doing a bump.”

  “That’s great!” Michael laughed.

  The Triple Beam scale and the Deering sifter were on the table in front of Paul, along with the cut they’d purchased from GNC. The mirror was covered in residual cocaine with only a small pile left. They’d spent the day cutting up the blow they’d bought in Harlem, to get more of a profit from their purchase.

  “How much have you got ready?” Michael asked him.

  “I have 25 grams and 10 half grams,” Paul answered him, intently folding up the small packet he was working on. “This is the last one.”

  “That’s perfect,” Michael said, as he bent to swipe a finger-tip across the glass surface of the mirror. Then he brought it to his mouth and rubbed it across his teeth and gums.

  “That’s really good shit,” he said, as his mouth went numb.

  “Yeah, I know,” Paul looked up at him and smiled broadly.

  “Do you know if Alex is coming up tonight?” Michael asked on his way to the bathroom.

  “Yeah, he’s going to pick up Johnny first, then come over to get us.”

  Michael turned the knob to the shower and started taking off his clothes.

  He began rolling the numbers off in his mind, calculating the income they were going to make if everything went right. It was a good start, but he still had a long way to go before he would feel comfortable. And be able to relieve his obligation and his dependency on Paul. That was what frustrated him the most.

  The calm peace he had from being with Natalie was being eaten away. A tremor rippled through him as he remembered her moans and whimpers of pleasure. The familiar stirrings of control, conquer, and survive took over and pushed it aside. It was time to wrap himself in the cocky bastard persona of his alter ego, the one that was taking up more and more of his life.

  He let it settle in.

  It was time to go to work.

  Tonight they were going to bring their new product to Havanna’s.

  ***

  “Where’d you guys get the blow from, this shit is good!?” Alex asked, wiping his nose after he took a hit.

  Paul opened his mouth to answer as an arrogant expression lifted h
is lips in a smile.

  “We went into the city,” Michael quickly answered.

  Paul was a like a brother to Michael, but he knew him very well. Paul had a tendency to talk too much. He liked to make himself look like a big-shot.

  Michael also knew that it was better for everyone if they knew only the least amount as possible, to protect them, in case something went wrong.

  “And a fucking bust went down while I was in there. Paulsky,” Michael chuckled at his friends new nickname, “had to take off. I thought he left my ass up there. I wanted to kill him,” Michael laughed.

  But his humor couldn’t wipe away everything he’d experienced that night, changing him forever.

  “Paulsky?!” Johnny, Vinnie, Alex and Joey blurted out, laughing at his new nickname.

  “Yeah, he was waiting in the car outside.”

  “The fucking place was crawling with DEA agents. They would have busted my ass just for being there,” Paul laughed, defending himself.

  “In my car?! Are you shitting me?! That’s my baby,” Vinnie exclaimed.

  “Relax, bro, he took off. I got stuck in that damn building sitting in a fucking closet for at least an hour. I had no idea what was going on. I almost shit myself, thinking someone was going to put a cap in my head,” Michael tried to joke and keep things light.

  “Holy shit, that’s crazy!” Alex blurted out as he shook his head with an amazed expression on his face.

  Alex had a new job at an accounting firm. He was a good kid from the neighborhood, who’d graduated from college, like Johnny was about to do, and was living the American dream. He’d only gotten high socially like the rest of them always had, but when he hung-out with his boys, it was on.

  Michael and Paul were living their own version of that dream, but they were all brothers by choice, none the less. They’d come from the same streets, had done a lot of the same things, but they all came to the cross-roads everyone arrives at the onset of adulthood, and each chose their own path. Some forced by their past and extenuating circumstances, like Michael. Others by individual choice, like Paul.

  Havanna’s was packed, as usual, the same faces filled the place and everyone was ready to have another best night of their lives.

  But Michael couldn’t shake the feeling of being on edge.

  They had a lot of money at stake, and he knew if anyone got stupid, they could lose it all. He had drilled into their heads, especially Paul’s, to just give a taste, and not go and snort all of it. This was business. This was his plan to move up and get out of the not –having-anything-in-life place he was at, and being dependent on someone else for survival, a place he hated being in and felt he had no other way to get out of it. He didn’t want anyone to rob him of it.

  “Here are my boys!” came Silvio’s high-pitched voice from behind them. “I’ve missed you. Are you going to put on a show for us again tonight?”

  The men turned to greet him.

  “Oh. My. GOD! I LOVE the shirts, they’re fabulous!” Silvio squealed.

  The guys were christening their Rooster Club shirts tonight.

  “Come here, beautiful, I have something for you,” Paul said, while smiling suggestively at Silvio.

  “Is it the big thing? I do love that big thing of yours, Paul, it feels so good,” Silvio cooed, and wiggling his greying eyebrows at him.

  “Paulsky has something new for you, Silvio,” Michael laughed, not touching the sexual innuendo.

  “Pooh, is it your big thing, Michael? I’ve been dying for that,” Silvio slid up to Michael, getting so close he was almost rubbing his body against him.

  “No, Silvio, my thing doesn’t come out to play,” Michael answered him, smiling because he really did like the man.

  “Bullshit Michael, I know how many times you’ve fucked in my office. I have cameras,” Silvio smiled wickedly at him.

  “WHAT?” Michael choked.

  Flashes of he and Gina in his office exploded in his mind.

  “No shit, Silvio!” they all exclaimed as they turned their wide-eyed attention to Michael.

  “No fucking way, Silvio,” Michael protested, smiling nervously and hoping he was bluffing.

  ‘Don’t do anything stupid,’ the words echoed through his mind again.

  “You’ll never know,” Silvio replied coyly. After a fat pause, Silvio turned to Joey giving him his best smile, “You must lead another show tonight, the women are dying for you.”

  Joey puffed up at the compliment, “I’m ready, Silvio, and so is my dick.” It was blatantly obvious Joey was ready to rip off his clothes, and stick his penis in everything that would let him in.

  They all laughed at the embarrassing predicament Michael now found himself in.

  Wanting to redirect the attention from him, and get Silvio out of there, Michael said, “Paulsky, take Silvio to his office for his present, and your big thing.”

  “Come with me, handsome,” Paul draped his long arm around Silvio’s shoulders and turned him from the group. “First your present, then the best show yet.”

  “I’m gripping with excitement, Paulsky, and I like the new name. I can’t wait to scream it out loud,” Silvio’s words could be heard as they started to walk away, as Silvio’s hand reached to grab Paul’s flat ass.

  None of them knew for certain whether or not Paul had sex with Silvio, they all had no doubt that he would. Paul was the biggest whore out of all of them, and he was the type to never let an opportunity get away from him, especially the kind that would help buy him things.

  They were standing at the bar having a drink. They’d danced, turned new people on to their product, sold what they had to their regulars, when Vinnie spotted a girl he’d seen a couple of weeks ago. She was beautiful and reserved, and she appeared to be alone. He took that opportunity to introduce himself.

  “Hi, I’m Vinnie. Can I buy you a drink?” he asked the pretty blonde confidently. He was taking her gently by the elbow to lead her to the bar.

  “No,” she answered him coolly, and jerked her arm away from his touch.

  Vinnie froze, completely taken off-guard. He was speechless and didn’t know how to react. No one, especially a girl, had ever said no to him so vehemently before in his life. Even if they had said no, he was always able to charm them, whittling away any reservations they might have, real or portrayed.

  “What?” he asked stupidly.

  “I said no, I don’t want you to buy me a drink, or anything else, for that matter,” she told him flatly.

  “Why?” The stupid kept coming.

  “Because you, and all your friends, are pigs,” she spat out.

  “Wow!” was all Vinnie could manage. He was officially completely stupefied.

  His hand dropped to his side as he tried to regain his composure, struggling for the words to combat that statement. He opened his mouth, then snapped it shut. The words weren’t coming. Because what she’d said was true. They were all pigs.

  Finally, after what seemed like forever, he said, “That’s a bit harsh.”

  “Oh really? Look at those shirts you’re all wearing, who wears stuff like that?” she asked him insultingly.

  Vinnie looked down at his shirt. “I kind of like it,” he answered her cheekily.

  “You would. You and your friends have probably slept with every woman in this place.”

  Vinnie glanced at his friends who were standing at the bar watching the show happening between him and the girl. He looked back at her with a crooked smile, “Technically, there was no sleeping taking place.”

  Her face flushed in exasperation. “Exactly. And who wants what everyone else has had?” With that, she turned her back to him, and stomped away.

  That hit home.

  Vinnie walked back to his friends, hiding his hurt behind his signature boyish grin. They were laughing at him, and he laughed back, mostly from shock at the revelation she’d just thrown at him.

  “She called us all pigs!” he exclaimed to them.

  “Yo
u should have told her she was wrong. We’re Roosters, and we’ve got the cock to prove it!” Michael laughed.

  Michael could see the hurt behind Vinnie’s smile, and was genuinely sorry for the guy. So, he attempted to make him feel better.

  “She saw that,” Vinnie said, still cringing from the sting of her words. “I need a drink, get the hell out of the way.”

  Vinnie moved up to the bar and ordered a Drambuie on the rocks, and a second one to chase the first.

  When the glass tumbler hit the bar-top, a female voice purred behind him, “Hi Vinnie.”

  He turned his head and saw an attractive brunette he’d met last week. He couldn’t remember her name. All the faces ran together after a while.

  “Hi baby, can I buy you a drink?” he said with a fake smile. Her inviting grin was a soothing balm to his fresh wounds.

  “Sure, a Mai Tai please?” she answered him as her tongue stroked along her pink lips.

  The bartender set the drink down in front of Vinnie and he handed it to her. Her pretty little bow-shaped mouth took the straw between her lips suggestively and sucked. He straightened as his penis was beginning to wake up in his pants.

  “Come on,” he said as he slid an arm around her waist.

  Vinnie led her to a dark corner, and pressed her against the wall with the closeness of his body.

  When she sucked the last sip of her drink through the thin bar straw, he told her, “Let’s step outside for a minute.”

  On the way out, he informed the bouncer at the door they’d be back in a few minutes as he led her to his car.

  He opened the back door to the big, blue Lincoln Continental with the white leather seats, “Get in and make yourself comfortable,” he told her. He pulled a packet of blow from his pocket, “Here baby, for you, take a hit,” he said, while filling the tiny spoon with the coke. She took two hits, one in each nostril.

  Minutes later, with her pretty pink bow-lips wrapped around his cock, he shot some of his frustration into her mouth.

  He gave the girl riding him with the punk-rock haircut that he’d brought home later the rest of it.

  10 CHAPTER TEN